Challenge! What It Means To Love And Be Loved!

Ten days had passed and Jiraya couldn’t take it anymore, he had to know, was the proof of his mistake growing, or would it just remain a scar. He made his presence in Leaf Village nonexistent as he hunted for Hinata. It didn’t take long for him to find her. Not many girls wore a jacket with fur around it in Konoha that weren’t riding wolves. She was off to the bath again. Perfect.



When he got positioned inside, all he wanted to do was leave. Hinata had dropped her towel, and the swelling in her aereolas was it. Not many people would be able to tell at this stage of the pregnancy, but Jiraya had an eye for a woman’s body that could rival even the Sharingan. Maybe it was the fact that she threw up for no reason in the locker room…



Jiraya’s mind was on fire. How could he solve this dilemma in a way that wouldn’t have the Hyuuga clan on a manhunt for him. He could stay out of their reach, sure, but that means he’d have to abandon Konoha. With Tsunade rooted as the Fifth and current Hokage, that meant he would never see her until she left the seat. That meant death or diminished health. Neither of which made him feel warm and fuzzy inside.



She made her way back to her clan’s training ground. She was to have a match with Hanabi (and get beaten senseless) again. This gave Jiraya a bit more time to think, but he was still unable to come up with anything. Hinata lost, as usual, and her family punished her by going out for dinner, and leaving her at home.



By leaving her at home, I meant they left her, defeated on the floor, and decided to go eat. Now was the time for Jiraya to strike, but how?



As the moments slipped by Hinata collected herself. She couldn’t even walk she was beaten so. She crawled to her room. Fortunately for her, she was right near their home bath. She began to fill the soak tank and removed her sweat soaked garments. She lay on her bed for a short while and passed out. The tub would have run itself over, but one of Jiraya’s shadow clones was kind enough to turn it off.



Through the steam of the shower he could smell her fatigues. Through the sweat and salt, the pervy Sage could even smell her woman-scent.



Jiraya: < That’s it! > He searched through the pile of her garments for her panties. (yeah, that’s original, Jiraya stealing panties, I know :P) Once he had them he left a shadow clone as sentinel over her, so that he would know if and when she woke up. < Now, where’s that Inuzuka clan…>



If he could find an Inuzuka male that was coming of age, and submit him to the scent of her natural lubricant, the ‘primality’ would take over and the youth would find her and…



Jiraya: < My apologies, Hinata, but I just can’t take the hit on this one…> His scout buunshin had located such a boy, walking down the middle of the street, and close by, too.



Kiba: “Oh, man, how long am I gonna have to wait?!” He had just brought Akamaru in for some medical treatment. The two had been separated for less than an hour. Jiraya had his target locked.



Reaching into his pocket he pulled out the moist undergarments. He dashed up on a windowsill and stole away the head of a seeding dandelion. He crushed the fuzz on it with Hinata’s clothing.



Jiraya: < It’s been a while since I’ve had to use this level of precision…> He continued to shadow Kiba from the rooftops, until he was discovered, that is.



Kiba: < That smell, it’s been around me for a while…like I’m being followed.> His eyes darted around and caught some motion. He gave chase. Soon he was right on the backside of Jiraya’s cloak “ What do you want here? Why are you following me?!”



Jiraya: < Oops, looks like precision’s out the window. > He stopped and turned around to face Kiba. He drew the dandelion to his own lips and blew hard, the seeds kiting themselves to Kiba’s face. The thrill of the capture in his veins, Kiba was breathing heavily, and of course, through the nose.



The walls of his nasal cavity became plastered with her scent. Jiraya could see a shifting in his demeanor, the eyes dilated slightly, and his form slumped over. Soon he was on all fours racing to the Hyuuga residence.



Jiraya: “Nothing’s faster than an Inuzuka on the trail…”



Bedroom-Kage: < I better disappear. > Poof! He had just finished with a charcoal sketch of the unconscious Hinata, he couldn’t let the scene go to waste. Jiraya would be able to summon it later for…well…the vow of celibacy and all…



Hinata: < I fell asleep…> “Ugh…” she tried to get out of bed but her legs still weren’t working properly. She crawled to the bathroom and was happy to see the tub hadn’t overflowed. She was too tired to wonder who had shut it off. < Finally…>



Not many people are aware, perhaps not even the writers at Shonen Jump, but Hinata had an affinity to water-based nature chakra. Water would comfort her, disperse her pain, and in some cases, it would even enhance her ability for a short while. Now she was looking to it for recovery. She wanted to walk by the time everyone else returned…at least.



She gripped the edge of the soak tub and crawled up on to it. Her abdomen was resting on it when she heard a crashing ripping through the household. It became ever louder. She turned to face it, but as soon as her back was resting against the ledge of the tub, Kiba was on her.



His hands latched onto her shoulders as she pushed him away by instinct. He was overpowering, animalistic, and erect. He ground wildly against the insides and the outsides of her legs, still wearing his cargo shorts.



Hinata: “Kiba! Stop!” She didn’t know exactly what was going on she couldn’t even tell if she was being attacked or if Kiba was just really happy to see her. ( I know…it is a terrible pun…many sad faces were had by all…) It was getting painful now, her lower back was being pressed onto the corner. “Kiba!” He had no reply.



She noticed something different about his face, and that his tongue was out, he was slobbering all over her neck, chest and abdomen. Intermittently he would hit the tub with his member and back up slightly before beginning another barrage. Hinata pleaded with him to calm down, she tried to get him to answer, anything, nothing was getting through.



Hinata: < Kiba, what’s wrong with you? >



He had enough of bumping around, even the animal in him could tell the shorts were what was in the way, a slash with his claws took care of that. There Kiba was, red and ready, and he began prodding again. He was slick with all the precum of the last four minutes of travel. As he prodded around he made two thrusts into Hinata’s backside, beginning to penetrate her anus. She screamed and managed to muster the strength to kick him back.



It did little good though, because he was right back on her. His second entry landed him gold. She might not have been moist, but he was, and the lack of circumcision helped him slide in even easier. A few more humps and he was buried to his base in Hinata. He howled shortly before continuing.



Hinata: “Kibaaaaa!” < I’m being raped by my teammate…no…Kiba, I don’t want your feelings…> She began to lose what will she had left to fight against him. < He’s…so…hot… and the end feels like a burning coal that just keeps popping in and out on it’s own…> She leaned back to alleviate some of the strain on her back. < I had no idea you felt this way about me…> She remembered what Jiraya had told her about sex. She was a little happy he was right about it not hurting the second time. (That and, Kiba wasn’t exactly man-size) < It’s so hot…>



Fatigue overwhelmed her and she braced herself against the back of the tub as she fell in, her lower torso still on the outer edge, being used by Kiba. In a few short moments he was pumping his seed into her.



Hinata: < It’s boiling! > Again she remembered what Jiraya told her about this being a place where feelings were shared. A few more spasms and Kiba collapsed on her. His open mouth landed on her left breast and began covering it in slobber. < It’s so much hotter than Jiraya’s…Kiba…do you really…care more about me than he does about Naruto…> She felt a little sadness for Kiba. She knew what one sided love felt like. < And still…I didn’t want my second to be anyone but Naruto…> It was over though.



He was shrinking inside of her when the silent moment was broken.



Neji: “Kiba!” He dashed in and smashed the limp Kiba in the ribcage, knocking him from the top of Hinata into the wall. His eyes opened and it was as if he had just woken up.



Kiba: “Neji, what the-!” His comment was cut off by a series of blows to his abdomen, the strength draining from him.



Hinata: “Neji! Stop!” Surprisingly for Hinata and Kiba, he did.



Neji: “Hinata, I saw everything, he’s your teammate, but that doesn’t mean he can get away with this!”



Kiba: “Ne-ji…” Neji turned to him and held a palm out flat before smashing it into his sternum



Neji: “Hyuuga Style Kanashibari no jutsu! (Paralisys technique)” Kiba became still as death.



Hinata: “Neji!” < Kiba! >



Neji: “This man has committed a crime against you. You’re too soft Hinata. If you won’t do anything to people who treat you like this, the ninja world will swallow you up.”



Hinata: “Neji…”



Neji: “I’m going to keep vigil here until the rest show up, we can decide what’s going to happen then. This is a matter for the head counsel.” Hinata’s face spread in terror. “And clean yourself up, they can’t arrive with you looking like this.”



She sat there shocked as he drug Kiba to her room, still limp. His semen hadn’t yet finished spilling out from her onto the floor. It was still hot as magma.



Hinata: < Kiba-kun…> Her body began to shake, the struggle had completely exhausted her, mind and body. She sank into the tub, crying. Soon she took in water as she sobbed and was choking and coughing. Hearing sounds of struggle in the bath once again, Neji left Kiba.



Neji: “Byakugan!” He could see before he reached her that she was simply failing to keep her head above water as she wept. He reached in and pulled her up, setting her back against the wall of the soak tub so that she wouldn’t fall in any further. She still didn’t stop sobbing and coughing. < You’re a member of the head branch, and you still sink into such disgrace…> It made him sick. “Get yourself presentable, before the rest come back.”



She just continued to wilt and cry. He knelt there, by the tub, gritting his teeth, after four minutes he couldn’t take it anymore. She wasn’t going to take action, she was just sitting there. He grabbed the cloth and soap and started scrubbing her. Her eyes were empty, as if a Hyuuga’s eyes could hold any less than normal. She was still in there though, somewhere, because she was cooperating with Neji. She wouldn’t make him lift her harms entirely on his own, and she would lean forward when he was washing her back. She just kept crying…



Hinata: < What am I? I’m just…dirty…Jiraya…Kiba, and I still want to be with Naruto. Now Neji’s bathing me and I want him…> Something ached inside of her, she felt a bit swollen and could feel her heartbeat in her pelvis. She burst out in a wail. < Why am I like this?! >



Neji: < Goddammit, she’s still crying! > He looked her over and grit his teeth again. He only had the lower half left. This time she didn’t help him lift her legs, which was a problem because unaided, she would sink lower into the water as he washed. “Come on Hinata, don’t just sit there…” A little longer and he finished her legs. He wasn’t even going to bother with the backside if she wasn’t going to help. < Why do I have to do this anyway…> But there was still some left to do. Even as long as she was sitting in the tub, there was still white suspension drifting around her area. Neji clenched his teeth again. < You dirty bitch…> He grabbed the cloth and lathered it up. It wouldn’t matter if he looked away or not, he had his dojutsu on to watch Kiba, so he reached under the water and began washing the rest. She came to the surface of her mind again, but this time she was helping herself, not Neji.



Hinata: < That cloth…> She started moving her hips against the strokes of his hand.



Neji: < What is this? I understand it might be uncomfortable, but if you’re not going to do it yourself…> She grabbed his wrist and looked him in the eye. Her other hand removed the cloth, then she pressed his fingers against her. < You whore! > His skin tightened and his hand jumped from the bath. He was halfway to backhanding her when he stopped. Neji was a professional, aware at all times of his surrounding environment. Striking a member of the head branch would not be a good decision. < Even if it’s the only one who wouldn’t use the curse on my head…she’s too soft, that’s why she’s here. > “Hinata, it looks like you’re able to move again, finish making yourself presentable. When your family comes back, judgment will be passed.”



He moved into the room with Kiba to make sure he wouldn’t escape. His rage hadn’t subsided, so naturally neither did his dojutsju. Hinata was in the other room, picking up where Neji left off.



Hinata: < Neji…just a little more…> She was rubbing and fingering herself wildly under the water. There was an itch, and she was trying to scratch it to release.



Neji: < I’m in the room with Kiba, I don’t need this anymore. > He relaxed his Byakugan, and sat in disgust and anger while Hinata finished. She didn’t quite know what was going on, but eventually it built to her first climax, and then she gained clarity. She was still weak, but she had enough strength to get dressed. She hesitated before entering her room.



Kiba: < Ow…why do my ribs hurt so much…and why do I feel…so…good down there…:)> He looked around and saw his teammate and Neji. “Neji, Hinata? What…how am I here?” Neji’s eyes narrowed. “Akamaru!” Kiba jumped towards the entrance, he knew the last thing he was doing was going to get Akamaru from the vet, and that could have been hours ago!



Neji: “Jyuken!” He tagged Kiba in the calf, knocking him down.



Kiba / Hinata: “Neji!”



Neji: “You’re going to stay here, until the clan passes judgment on what you’ve done.”



Kiba: “I didn’t < i> do anything!” < Jeeze, I knew Neji was an asshole, but what’s with him?>



Hinata: < Kiba-kun…>



Neji: “You barged in here and raped Hinata while she was in the bath!” < I’ve heard of play dead, but play dumb? Not gonna work you dirty Inuzuka.>



Kiba: “No I di-“ His eyes darted around to find a hurt look on Hinata’s face. “Oy, what’s going on here, what are you doing Neji?!”



Neji: “You can’t leave here.” < I won’t let you.> “Byakugan!” Kiba took a defensive stance, but his right leg was buckling because of the earlier attack.



Kiba: “I’ve got to get Akamaru, I can’t sit here and help you hurt Hinata.” His gazed switched back to her. “Oy, you should just tell your dad, and not let Neji Keep bullying you around. You’re too nice, Hinata.”



Neji: “How dare you!”



Kiba: “Attack if you want, but I’m leaving.” < I’ve got to get to Akamaru, and get out of whatever mess this is…> He turned around and felt a sharp pain in his back before collapsing to the ground.



Neji: “The family is here now, that’s the only reason I’ve left you conscious. If you try to escape now, you’ll feel their strength instead of mine.”



Kiba: “I told you Neji! You’re a bastard, what sick shit are you up to?!”



It didn’t take long for the members of the Hyuuga clan to bust in.



Hiashi Hyuuga: “What’s the meaning of this, Neji?”



Neji: “Hinata was weakened from training I imagine, and this dog decided to take advantage of her while she was in the bath. I saw from outside, but I didn’t get in until he finished.” Neji grit his teeth again.



Hiashi: “Hinata, is this true?”



Hinata: < Oh no, what do I do? > “Ki…Kiba was coming over for some training and-“



Neji: “Hinata!”



Hiashi: “I can smell that something deprave happened here. Hinata, don’t protect him because he’s your teammate, tell us the truth.” She looked down and began to wilt. During the entire confrontation, Hiashi was the only adult to speak.



Hinata: “Kiba” *Sob* “Was just coming over…” *Sob* “for…” She broke out into a painful howl and continued to bawl from her knees.



Hyuuga: “So it is true.”



Hinata: “No! Kiba would-“



Hiashi: “Not another word, Hinata. I will escort Kiba back to the I clan Inuzuka and discuss his punishment with them. Neji, you are out of place, leave here.” Neji gave another cold look to the wall before exiting.



Hinata: “Kiba…wouldn’t”



Hiashi: “Hinata, now, this part is important.” She looked up at him, wiping her eyes. “Was there a white paste when he was done?” She continued to rub her eyes as she nodded. “I see, this is worse than I thought…” She began wailing again. < I shall have to make sure to stay around after her failures against Hanabi. It seems that she is so weakened by those matches she can’t even fend off an Inuzuka dog.>



Hinata: < But I could feel his feelings. I know he…loves me…>



After the discussion between the Inuzuka and Hyuuga heads, it was found that Kiba had been subject to his own adolescent ‘primality’. He would be absolved from punishment for this and only this first occurrence. In two weeks they would check to see if his seed took, and if that were the case, the two would be bound legally to be the parents of the child. Whichever bloodline was most prominent would determine which clan would house and supervise them from that point on.



When the clans separated, Kiba had his own questions that needed answering.



Kiba: “Mom, what the hell is this ‘primality’ business and how did it get me off the hook? I don’t even remember doing it!”



Tsume Inuzuka: “When we Inuzuka enter puberty, our sense of smell can trigger a heat. It works for males and females. Somehow, you caught the Hyuuga girl’s scent. Then it was natural that your heat wouldn’t end until you got off with her or-“



Kiba: “Or what?!”



Tsume: “Or you were beaten unconscious.”



Kiba: “Both of those happened!” His head was swirling, why couldn’t he remember what he did? He knew what sex was, not a member of the Inuzuka clan didn’t, but he still hadn’t experienced it yet.



Tsume: “You have to be knocked out of the heat to be stopped. When you wake up, you will have a terrible pain in you. It lasts for days, and every time you fail to chase down the scent and fuck it, the pain will be worse. It’s a key element that forces us Inuzuka to become so strong.”



Kiba: “Why didn’t I get warned of this, how did I get Hinata’s ‘scent’ in the first place?!”



Tsume: “We didn’t think you sprouted yet…and as for the scent…” She walked over to her son and grabbed him by his hair. She lifted the bottom of her garment up from her thigh and buried Kiba’s nose in her crotch. Only her undergarments separated the two, and we won’t exactly say they were dry. Kiba had a wild stroke of luck in deciding to only breathe through his mouth at this point.



Kiba: “MOM! What the hell are you doing?!”



Tsume: “Explaining.” She ground his face between her legs. He began to fight back and she released him.



Kiba: “This is sick, why would you do this to your own son?”



Tsume: “Simple.” Kiba forgot to breathe through his mouth for a moment, a small amount of her scent found his nose, it was enough. His eyes dilated and his heart kicked up. His skin tightened and bits of tension worked their ways through his muscles. Once again he was lost.



He forced himself on his mom. She let him try to figure out what went where for a moment, just laughing at him, before she pried him off and buried him into the floor. It took several repetitions of her bouncing his head from the concrete to knock him out, but he was no match for her, she had time.



Kiba: < Ow…my head…my…> The searing pain of his swollen testicles conquered his mom’s beating in priority. “GAHH!” He rolled around on the ground, gripping himself and whining. At first he was just gasping, but as he adjusted to the pain he became louder.



Tsume: “That’s what happens when you lose. You don’t even remember me handing you your ass in this kitched, do you?”



Kiba: “OOOOOWWWW!” *ad nauseum.*



Tsume: “You asked why I, your mother, would force you into ‘primality’. The answer is simple. We Inuzuka keep this in our families, that way, ‘winning’, isn’t an option. You ever wonder what made your big sister so strong so fast when she made chuunin?” Some semblance of consciousness was pulled from Kiba with this statement. He gave a painful look of hate to his mother as he listened. “Your sister never ‘won’, not once. During the training periods in the exam we soaked her nose every day. We put her down every time.” She paused waiting for Kiba to become alert to the outside world again. “You can grow from this or you can pout, Kiba. Remember, Akamaru has to go through the same thing…”